Lost Boy

Chapter 12

Edward POV

Trepidation filled me as I stepped into the elevator of the hotel. I wasn't worried so much about letting some rich guy fuck me. Although I didn't really want to, it's not like I wasn't used to that. I could fake it till I make it. It was more about the open wound that was Carlisle. How could I ignore the memories I made with him in that very same bedroom, the man I deeply regretted pushing out of my life. I wasn't sure if I should thank Emmett or kill him for booking me a job so soon. I settled on somewhere in between...we did need the money after all.

The elevator arrived quicker than I was ready for, but I put on my confident persona and stepped into the short hall. The penthouse was the only room on the top level, and the door was propped slightly ajar. I held my breath as I mustered the will to knock. When I did, a voice inside shouted for me to come in.

I entered quietly, closing the door behind me hard enough so the john could hear I was inside. The surroundings were just the same as when I was here with Carlisle, of course, so I was suddenly awash with memories of our time together here. I could feel anxiety begin to take hold, and I really wasn't sure I could go through with this guy when all I could think of was Carlisle in this space.

"I'll just be a minute," the low-pitched voice called, which reminded me further that I was not with Carlisle. I worried my lip as I waited, looking down at the floor, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves.

"You're late," the john said, his voice much closer than I expected. Jerking my head up, I looked toward the sound. The man leaning against the bedroom doorway, dressed in khakis and a white shirt that was unbuttoned and revealing his chest, was the very one I'd been thinking about.

Carlisle grinned at my expression. "Surprised?"

I nodded dumbly, until I was gripped by a sudden pang of anger and realization. "Fucking Emmett!"

Carlisle laughed as he walked toward me. "Yes, your friend paid me a little visit at my office. Lucky he came when he did, because I had one foot out the door. Father found out what I'd done and fired me."

Guilt crashed through me. Not only had I not finished the job, not only had I betrayed Carlisle's trust and hurt his heart, but now he was also out of a job? "Oh my god, how?" I choked out.

"Gianna."

Oh fuck. When I had stormed out of the bathroom, the door had hit her in the face. She'd been listening; she knew the whole truth. "I'm so sorry."

Carlisle just shrugged like it didn't matter. "It's fine. I'm better off without that soul sucking job. In fact, I'm grateful to be out from under my father's thumb." He used his hip to push off of the doorframe and started walking toward me. "Anyway, your friend came to find out my intentions toward you. I told him how much I truly care for you, and Emmett arranged for this little…meeting. He knew you wouldn't agree to see me, but he wanted me to have a chance to tell you how I feel."

He waited for me to speak, but I was lost for words, so Carlisle continued, taking my hands in his. "I know being with a man is scary to you, but I hope you'll reconsider being with me, for me. Gender notwithstanding. Being gay is not such an awful thing, love is love is love, right?" He chuckled then. "I mean, you don't hate anal, so you're more than halfway there."

I huffed at that and snatched my hands away, crossing my arms around my middle. "I'm not gay, Carlisle."

"As long as you're gay for me, I don't care what you want to call yourself."

We stared at each other for several long moments. His eyes were soft and he looked at me with concern, brushing my cheek gently with his fingers. "What are you so scared of, Edward?"

I leaned into his touch unconsciously and he smiled slightly before letting his hand fall back to his side. What was I so scared of? I wasn't scared, but I knew what I didn't want to happen. I didn't want to end up subservient to him, like I owed him something that I was repaying by being with him. I felt like I was less than Carlisle, like I didn't deserve him. Like he had more power and status in our relationship, money to throw around. And what the fuck was I? Some runaway street kid. What the hell did he want in me?

Carlisle gaped at me, making me realize I'd said those last bits out loud.

"I want you because you're Edward," he said, gripping my upper arms with some force. "The shitty hand life dealt you doesn't matter to me. You aren't just some runaway street kid to me. You're a kind-hearted, adventurous, ambitious, drop dead gorgeous man, and I want you in my life. Please say you want me too."

In that moment, my heart leapt into my throat and I knew. I did want him. I didn't want to let him go again. The last few days had been the worst of my life. I missed him. I wanted to be with Carlisle. I could feel my eyes beginning to prick with tears and I swallowed hard to keep them from falling.

He saw it on my face before I said it. "I do want to be with you, Carlisle. I really do." Cupping the sides of my face, he drew me toward him and we kissed until we were breathless. When we came up for air, I pushed him away a little and he met my firm, penetrating gaze.

"There is one thing though."

He raised an eyebrow and looked a little worried.

"I don't want to always be on the bottom. If we're going to try being together, it's going to be an equal partnership. No one is the man or woman. We're the same. I want to fuck just as much as I want to be fucked."

A look of relief came over Carlisle and he pulled me flush against his body and leaned in to whisper next to my ear. "Oh, I want you to fuck me. I don't care if you always want to top. I just want to be with you, Edward, any way you want me to be."

His warm breath against my neck was arousing me. My heart sped up as I struggled to control the urge to jump him. I'd never considered that Carlisle would want that, and I had never fucked another man. The very idea of it had me rock solid, and I rubbed myself against Carlisle's equally burgeoning bulge. "I can fuck you whenever I want?"

He grinned against my skin and drew back to look in my eyes, his lust projecting itself through his whole demeanor. "Right now would be a great start."

I was on him the next moment, sliding my hands into the open sides of his shirt, splaying them on his back and drawing him closer, ravaging his mouth, kissing him more deeply than I'd kissed anyone before. I felt ravenous, like I couldn't get enough. Carlisle responded in kind, and it wasn't long until we had backed into the room toward the bed, fumbling our way onto it as we shed our clothes in the process. When we were finally naked and I was over him on the bed, I was both excited to be inside him and nervous I would do it wrong, that I'd hurt him. I looked into his eyes and admitted, "I've never done this before."

Carlisle smiled. "It's okay, you know what to do. I trust you."

Although I'd never taken a man before, I had been in his position more times than I could remember at this point. I drew confidence from my experience as the receiver, knowing deep down I could give him that pleasure. Gazing down at him now, his bright blue eyes were shining with want, the lids hooded in his lust, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was that he not only wanted to be with me, but was so patient while I was being such a fool.

"Stop staring and kiss me."

When our tongues touched, a rush went through me like I'd never felt before. With my no kissing rule, it had been a very long time since I'd kissed anyone quite like this, with this level of desire and need. My first kisses with Carlisle were hot, but it was different now. Now, I felt like I was powerful, like he wanted me to take charge. The whimpers of longing he made while my tongue plundered his mouth told me as much, and I pressed my body against his, our hearts beating against our chests and our needy cocks grinding together. He broke away and moaned loudly, and I began to press wet kisses down his neck and chest, working my way down to where he needed me most. Carlisle arched into my touch, his body writhing with anticipation.

I stared at that glistening cock, thinking how much I wanted it in my mouth. He gazed at me with hooded eyes, one hand clutching the pillow behind his head and the other fisting in the bedsheets. He watched as I admired him, leaking with need. He drew his lip into his teeth and he looked so damn sexy waiting to be taken, I didn't waste any more time swallowing him down. His cry of pleasure could probably be heard three floors down, but it only emboldened me. I worked over his straining cock a few times, and I knew he was close already when his balls tightened up and his groans intensified. I decided to let him finish; that way when I fucked him, it would last. He came hard in my mouth and I relished every drop of his strangely sweet emission.

Sluggishly, he pushed at my head when he got too sensitive to stand it any longer. I let his limp cock fall from my lips, but I didn't stop, I just placed open mouthed kisses all over his ball sack, making new whimpers and groans fall from his lips. Gripping his thighs in my hands, I spread his legs wider so I could access all of him, and he eagerly shoved the other pillow under his ass to make it even easier. His entrance quivered under my gaze, anticipating what I might do. Leaning in, I smelled his unique essence and ran my tongue down the cleft of his ass, from spine to taint. Carlisle cried out loudly, "Yes! Please, Edward."

I was happy to oblige, diving in nose first, nudging at his hole before my tongue laved over it repeatedly, making Carlisle writhe and moan, his cock standing proudly once more. I reached up and gave it a few pumps as I snuck a finger inside him, my tongue making inserting it easier. He didn't even tense, just moaned some more, which made me wonder if he played with himself, and if maybe he preferred sex this way, with someone else in control of what happened to his body.

A second finger also went in easily enough, and Carlisle pressed down against them, trying to let me reach as far inside him as possible. I pumped and scissored my fingers, getting him ready for me, brushing his prostate with every few strokes, his body shivering and quaking with my ministrations. The third finger made him hiss and tense up a little, but he was soon pushing back against me again, begging me, "Please, Edward, I'm ready. I need you inside me."

My cock throbbed at the thought of sinking into his hot, tight tunnel, and I withdrew my fingers from him and reached for the bottle of lube and condoms on the bedspread.

"Wait," Carlisle said when I went to tear open the package. "You've never been with any of those men without a condom, have you?"

I knew where this was going, and god, I wanted to feel him skin to skin too. I wanted to feel his silken walls caress me and I wanted to shoot my seed deep inside him and watch it trickle out afterward. But it was too risky. "Let me get tested again before we do that. God, you have no idea how much I want to feel you like that, but I did have unprotected sex very recently."

Carlisle made a face and waved at the condom. "She's a trollop. Better put it on."

We chuckled as I rolled on the condom, me feeling rather relieved he felt he could joke about Gianna. All jokes ceased as I poured the lube over myself and him, one hand working the lube over and inside his entrance and the other coating my cock and squeezing the base to stave off cumming too soon. Our eyes met as I lined my cock up by feel alone, the tip slipping inside him. His eyes closed and his back arched as I pushed inside slowly, stretching him wide and filling him until the root of my cock touched the edges of his opening.

I stilled, both of us panting heavily, waiting for him to give me a signal that he was ready for me to move. Not that I could move yet anyway; if I did, I wouldn't last and the whole thing would be over before it even started. As I concentrated on willing my orgasm away, Carlisle's body adjusted, and soon he was running his hands down my back to grip my ass, pushing his hips up against mine. This was my cue, and I moved, pulling out slowly and pushing in gently experimentally.

"Please, just fuck me," he moaned, digging his nails into my cheeks. My body responded before my mind could catch up, and it surged ahead, finding a rapid rhythm, our bodies slapping together as we tried to kiss sloppily between thrusts. Unconsciously, my body was using all of its strength and speed, and my hips pistoned into him, making him moan and beg for more. My next thrust brushed his prostate and his keening cry of pleasure went straight to my dick. I felt my balls begin to tingle as the wet head of his cock brushed against the hairs on my belly, and I knew I wouldn't last long. Making sure every thrust hit his spot, I let my orgasm begin to unravel. As it coursed through my body, I grabbed his straining, neglected cock and pumped it twice. That was all it took for him to erupt, cries falling from his lips as his walls gripped my cock tightly. His orgasm drew out my own, my cries joining his as his body milked me of my seed.

Spent, I collapsed on top of him and we held each other tightly as we gasped for breath and came down from the high we'd just experienced together. All of the feelings of contentment and acceptance that I'd felt on the night Carlisle fucked me came rushing back, but this time, those feelings were magnified a hundred times. I felt a warm glow spread through my body, like someone turned on all the lights inside me and I shone brightly. All too soon, my cock softened and I slipped myself out of him, stripping off the condom and discarding it in the bedside wastebasket. I grabbed my t-shirt and cleaned us up with it, tossing it off the bed to deal with later. We burrowed our naked bodies under the comforter, our arms wound around each other and our legs entwined. I buried my face in his neck and listened as his breathing evened out, falling asleep from our exertion.

Pressing my lips to his collarbone, I knew this was where I wanted to be. With that thought in my mind, I fell asleep, ready to start the rest of my life when daybreak came.

The End

A/N: Thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me and waiting patiently for updates. As of now, I don't think I will be doing any future-takes for this story. There's always a chance though - I've been known to come back after years-long absences, so if you want more, put this story on alert.

That said, I HAVE decided to complete an old Carlisle/Edward fic that I left unfinished several years ago. This fic inspired me to complete it, so if you want more C/E, come read that one. I warn you, it's a bit filthy and angsty. It's called Cast Aside, and will be updating in the next few days.

Thank you all, lovelies, for your reviews, favorites, alerts and silent views. You don't know how much it means to me! xx